Chapter 20 #2
He stands and strips off, revealing miles of bare skin as he towers over me. I lean forward and lick his chest, hair tickling my tongue, and I swear this must be what heaven is like.
“Please,” I beg. I actually beg. Kill me now. My desperation is never exactly low-key, but I’m so worked up, I’m at the point where I’d probably do anything he asked.
Leon grips my jaw and starts to walk me backward. “You’re going to lie down on your bed, spread your legs, and let me eat your hole. Then, I’ll let you come.”
Holy shit fucking shit balls.
If he didn’t have such a firm grip on me, I would have run to get there faster. Instead, Leon is still doing that infuriating thing of taking his time, and dear fucking God, man, you cannot say something like that and not expect me to spontaneously combust.
He kisses me softly, a complete contrast to the pressure of his hand, and my body is so confused by what’s going on, but the overwhelming consensus is, yes, please, more.
We cross the threshold of my bedroom, and once we’re close enough, Leon shoves me back onto the bed. The teasing glint is gone from his eyes as he drags his burning gaze over my naked body. And, fuck.
Fuck.
There are no words other than “fuck” that can adequately describe the way I both want him to keep looking and want him to hurry up and ravish me.
His body is all hard and rough, and his dick is standing straight up, looking angry and red. I want to taste it again. Worship it.
Leon leans forward and starts to crawl over the mattress toward me. “I thought I told you to spread your legs.”
My thighs spring apart like they’re on a trigger, and I have to force down a long breath to stop myself from jerking off just to get this over with. Leon said to be patient, and while that’s the hardest freaking thing in the world, I’m determined to do it.
Because I want to prove to him that this needs to keep happening.
So instead of fisting my aching cock, I wrap my hands in my bedspread instead.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask.
Leon chuckles and pulls my thighs over his shoulders. “Not tonight.” Then he buries his face in my ass.
My head tosses back at his complete lack of inhibition. His mouth presses against my hole, tongue working madly, beard rubbing against my skin, and it’s such an overwhelming assault, how the hell am I supposed to hold off?
He lazily strokes my cock, and there’s that mix of neediness and patience that I don’t know how to deal with. He does enough to keep my dick interested, but it’s my ass that’s his whole focus.
He growls and moans as his tongue pushes inside me, and I’m all too ready to beg him to get on with it. Any way he likes. Whatever it takes.
I just.
Need.
To come.
Leon’s free hand grips my ass, pulling it farther apart, and seeing him so completely consumed with consuming me, seeing him so turned on by what he’s doing, not holding back … I’ve never been rimmed just to be rimmed before. It’s always foreplay. A means to an end.
This is …
My mind is so blanketed with lust that I can’t even pull up all the clichés in the world to describe how he’s making me feel. My entire body has been reduced to my dick and the nerves in my ass, and my thighs are shaking against his head.
I look down my body, wanting to catch his eyes, but Leon’s are closed. He looks completely blissed-out as he eats me, which somehow makes everything that much hotter, but I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“Fuck you taste so good.” Leon’s hand picks up pace on my dick as he slides a finger in my hole and presses against my prostate.
My eyes roll back, the shaking in my thighs increases, but he doesn’t let up. He pegs my prostate over and over and over until—
My body arches as my orgasm hits. It floods through me, ropes of cum pulsing from my dick, and by the time I’m finished, I’m not sure I can move.
Everything is covered in this fuzzy haze as Leon moves to his knees over me. With slow, purposeful strokes, stare locked on my dick, he works to get himself off. His balls have drawn up tight to his body, and his dick is so hard and red, I know he’s right on the edge.
His breath catches, rhythm stutters as his jaw locks up, and then his eyes flick up to mine.
He starts to jerk himself so hard it looks painful, and then, “Shit.” Every muscle in his shoulders tenses up as he comes on my chest. Leon milks his dick to the last drop, hand slowing as he squeezes his tip and wipes himself off on my stomach.
I feel so filthy and used.
My nose is full of the smell of sex.
My limbs are loose and floppy.
Leon stays kneeling there for a moment, catching his breath, and I let a lazy smile drift over my face.
That was indescribable.
And it needs to happen again.
What I don’t realize is the sex isn’t even the best part.
Leon pulls me in for a shower, adoringly washing our cum from my body, his hands mapping out every inch of skin while he presses light kisses to my neck, my shoulders, my back.
Then when we’re both dry and crawl back into bed, he pulls me tight against his chest. His warm, naked body molds to mine, making my head light.
“That was exactly what I needed,” he murmurs, sounding sleepy.
I can’t respond. Because yeah, I needed that too. But while he warned me about the cuddling, I hadn’t given it much thought.
Turns out I probably should have.
Lying here in Leon’s arms is more dangerous than any sort of rough sex he might have up his sleeve.
Because this feeling that’s creeping over me has nothing to do with my body. It’s not physical. It’s not in my dick.
No, this feeling settles deep in my chest …
and scares the goddamn shit out of me.